<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:50:44.106-07:00</updated><category term='Dance lessons'/><category term='Tap dance'/><category term='Zoot suits'/><title type='text'>Aunt Pitty Pat gets ready for Friday</title><subtitle type='html'>Higgin's Corner News</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-5559812591240731523</id><published>2006-09-17T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:15:25.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ninth Degrees of Each Other     JC and Jesus are concessionaires at Fort  Peterpaulty. They are business partners in a shoe shine and repair concession.  Although JC has that Aztec way about him and Jesus looks like he was born in Cambodia. they are related.      Here is a clue. One was born in Mexico and the other in the Philippines.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/5559812591240731523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3186667&amp;postID=5559812591240731523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/5559812591240731523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/5559812591240731523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#5559812591240731523' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115846799365189906</id><published>2006-09-16T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:39:53.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Quarters BoatIn the Gulf of Mexico, oil rig workers have this floating hotel. It is really only a barge with a house boat built on top. The boat is anchored up a safe bayou and as close to the rigs as possible. It has a small crew, an engineer and his asst. and a cook and his asst.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115846799365189906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115846799365189906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115846799365189906'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115845125365840479</id><published>2006-09-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:56:15.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  In The Flood Zone    The small town of Wilmer was almost destroyed by a tornado  in the early 1970’s, thus the crude sign, and is also listed as being in a flood Zone.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115845125365840479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115845125365840479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115845125365840479'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115716049937212888</id><published>2006-09-01T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:07:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steve and Marcia WeaverAunt PittyPat has just returned from a trip to the heartland and will have a few news tips to report in days to come.As is so often the case, when traveling, there are great stories to tell along the way.   One in particular was the history of Snuffy Smith, which is the only reason we stopped by the the Old Hardy Hotel in down town Hardy Arkansas. It was a big surprise to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115716049937212888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115716049937212888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115716049937212888'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115628514733344116</id><published>2006-08-22T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:40:00.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                                                                                                 &lt;!--area Type="main"                style="0;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:000000;"--&gt;                                                                              &lt;!--"''"--&gt;Whatever happened to Estaberry McGinness?Everyone called her "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115628514733344116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115628514733344116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115628514733344116'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115617780743212270</id><published>2006-08-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:53:10.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Antique Rose Applicant or Whereever we go, we strive for balance..      His last visit to the D.M.V. was in Las   Vegas and no he was not nearly as sharp a dresser. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115617780743212270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115617780743212270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115617780743212270'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115614229376198765</id><published>2006-08-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:54:56.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Ride Attendant    There he was, setting beside the pony rides outside Wal*Mart. He agreed to pose and I made this shot. There were so many questions, I dared not ask.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115614229376198765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115614229376198765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115614229376198765'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115601787213107015</id><published>2006-08-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:58:56.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Nicely’s  Smelly Distraction     No one seems to want the responsibility of doing something with the rotten cabbage smelling creature that was found out on the Peckerwood route.Jason Barber has suggested that we kill and stuff the thing and use it to attract tourists.. The sheriff opposes the idea and is leaning towards moving it across the county line or releasing it back into the swamp.Local </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115601787213107015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115601787213107015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115601787213107015'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115598331955400230</id><published>2006-08-19T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:45:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kicking the habit57 years. That is how long he had smoked. A year before the North Koreans thought they would take over the whole peninsular. Asbestos siding as a new building material was the latest fad, a way to make the home owner feel his home was fire proof. and Studebaker was the sharpest car on the show room floor.He had played with smoking even before then, sneaking  Lucky Strikes, Camel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115598331955400230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115598331955400230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115598331955400230'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115589008313338373</id><published>2006-08-18T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:40:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Black and white strippers and the...   &lt;!--"''"--&gt;  Prepress Department  We recently ran an advertisement for a black and white stripper and we where swamped with questions about, "What does a newspaper need strippers for?" or someone that is applying for the position of exotic dancer.     In graphic arts the stripper is the person that is responsible for page composition, art and the general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115589008313338373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115589008313338373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115589008313338373'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115588615549049622</id><published>2006-08-18T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:42:42.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                         Festers Denies  Child Slavery Claim  Aunt Pitty Pat/Features Writer     Nelly (Nail) Festers is in the news again.      Four years ago Nail led the fight against building a new land field behind his property on Green Persimmon Road and even made up an acronym for his organization:      "NIMBY" or "Not In My Back Yard".      The name caught on and pretty soon everyone was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115588615549049622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115588615549049622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115588615549049622'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115588518319176782</id><published>2006-08-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:13:03.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mystery Photo                            This phograph was found as work was being done to the Old Indian Hardware store Kaggle Waters thinks that it may be from the early 1900's.  If you think you know these folks, get in touch with Maisy Pritchard at the Curling Place.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115588518319176782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115588518319176782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115588518319176782'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115587818535412886</id><published>2006-08-17T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:16:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  A small hole in the backyard, a moment of silence… </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115587818535412886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115587818535412886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115587818535412886'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-115575724062717602</id><published>2006-08-16T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:40:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The T-Mobile fiasco is over and now I have to figure out what should be done with the cell phone. It is no longer of any use to anyone. I should really do a big send off like a party or ceremony, as it has taken up a hell of a lot more of my life than it warrants.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/115575724062717602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115575724062717602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/115575724062717602'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-112803197057254947</id><published>2005-09-29T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:29:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free Mailing ListThat's right, just for the folks that send you, me and the Adamses' house cat all that unwelcome,useless and unenvited junk. A monster mailing list.Make up a fake e-mail address at http://www.mail.com and then copy and past all the phoney addresses to the "From space" in the composed mail with the "Spammer's" address in the "To" space.http://www.billism.com/randemail.html?fl=glq</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/112803197057254947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/112803197057254947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/112803197057254947'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-112742489777675805</id><published>2005-09-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:21:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wendel's Adventures in Fire MakingWinston Riddleson tells of an adventure from the 1940's and Columbus, GeorgiaPre-adolescent boys love to have club houses and make out like they are forts or fortresses to keep out other kids in the neighborhood. There were 8 full time members in our club, Jimmy Meltonson, Jerry Wheelwright, Bobby Perkinson, Johnny Carsonova, myself, my brother Randy and the 2  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/112742489777675805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/112742489777675805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/112742489777675805'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-111688496158687149</id><published>2005-05-23T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:17:17.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoot suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tap dance'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aunt PittyPat's Tap Dance TutorialI have only learned this one tap dance step from my time in the sixth grade.(They had various trade school choices at this school, Tap Dancing, Auto Mechanics, Cabinet Making, Home Economics and Bookbinding) The Bookbinding won out for me, but I always wanted to learn to tap dance and watched one class and sure enough I picked it right up but never took it any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/111688496158687149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3186667&amp;postID=111688496158687149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/111688496158687149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/111688496158687149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111688496158687149' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-111620059816203950</id><published>2005-05-15T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T01:44:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Is this the person to whom I am speaking?"           &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;&lt;!-- message --&gt;How has your T-Mobile service been lately?Needing a cell phone to keep in touch with an ailing relative, I go to this new cell phone outlet for T-MobileThe clerk, at the counter, pulls out this form. The first question was for my Social Security number.I tell them that no one has to ever give out their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/111620059816203950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/111620059816203950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/111620059816203950'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-105997214360132157</id><published>2003-08-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:37:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disgruntled Judge Turns Over LetterA Leo Scutter's Special ReportAfter hiding out in the forested area, behind the Shifting Shadows Mental Health Center, for over a week the sleeping Judge has turned himself in and in the process has exposed some very unusual goings on at the largestemployer in the tri-city area. It seems as though some of the patients at Shifting Shadows were able to obtain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997214360132157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997214360132157'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-105997113068039427</id><published>2003-08-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T21:25:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleeping Judge Wonders Off     The judge known as The Sleeping Judge seems to have wondered off from the Shifting Shadows Mental Health Center and just vanished. The story of the Sleeping Judge was first brought to our attention by the Clarion's own Aunt Pitty Pat.  After the judge was disbarred and impeached he retired to his lake side home at Peacock Lake. Then a week ago this judge was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/105997113068039427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3186667&amp;postID=105997113068039427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997113068039427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997113068039427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105997113068039427' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-105997104733809018</id><published>2003-08-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:53:44.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Missing Kangaroo FoundLeo Scutters/staff WriterThe latest link in the "Sleeping Judge" saga is the kidnapped kangaroo that has the local police department scratching their heads.After weeks of searching the area aroud the zoo a paperboy for the Clarion reported seeing what looked like a kangaroo atop the Odinsberg water tank.After climbing the tower one of the deputies found the missing kangaroo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997104733809018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997104733809018'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-105997078154654694</id><published>2003-08-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:25:43.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnny Espee, advertising manager at the Clarion, tells us that the "Ghosts of the Red Barn" is not the only ghost story that he can think of.After building his round house (no corners, a perfect circle), about ten years ago, the family was bothered by this ghost cat that always ran along the inside of the outside wall. This got to be rather nerve wracking to the whole family who found it hard to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997078154654694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/105997078154654694'/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186667.post-6606118</id><published>2001-10-25T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T09:17:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every Thursday our own Aunt Pitty Pat writes about the past weeks happenings in and around Higgins Corner. Jake Kravitz, Editor.Thurs. Oct. 25, 2001Everyone is all excited about the fair coming to town. Aunt Pitty Pat will have a good time showing off her giant cucumbers but for the time being she is cleaning out the station wagon for the trip to Rose City. This is the fall sale over at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/feeds/6606118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3186667&amp;postID=6606118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/6606118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3186667/posts/default/6606118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntpittypat.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6606118' title=''/><author><name>Jake</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k49/copperroof42/Logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
